Mother don't eat me / mother i'm trying so hard to be better
⠀ ⸺ ⠀House of the Dragon / Fire and blood
⠀ ⸺ ⠀male!oc x multiple
⠀ ⸺ ⠀cover made by @roguesmoon <3
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His fingers tapped against the old wooden table within the chambers of the now Green Council. His twin sat at the top of the table, the Conquer crown held between his fingers; a burden he didn't ask for. It would have looked better on him, Baelor concluded.
"Aemond will go to House Baratheon," their grandsire spoke in the dire tension and silence, breaking it like a knife breaks apart butter, "Daeron is already in Oldtown. We cannot send Aegon anywhere just yet. Baelor can go up North with his dragon."
"Up North?" Baelor scoffed and looked up from where his fingers played with the stone in front, "you want me to go and speak to Cregan Stark? Did his father not pledge his alliance to Rhaenyra?"
"Rickon Stark, yes," Otto continued, straightened, "Cregan not yet. Offer him something he could never refuse."
I have nothing to offer, he wanted to bicker, but instead he said: "I get the Northman and Aemond gets Baratheon? Might as well send Aegon, he's already on his side."
His younger brother scoffed and shook his head as their grandsire continued, "Aegon is not going anywhere."
"Terrified of the Northman, brother?" Aemond jested from the other side of the table, fingers tapping against the wood.
"You go then," Baelor bickered back as if he was a child – as if he was Alyssa bickering with Rhaella over a toy.
His gaze returned back to the stone in front of him, "besides, I must remain here. Grand Maester said my lady wife is experiencing tougher last moons of pregnancy."
"As if you care about that," hummed Aemond from the side which caused Baelor to glare at him before glancing over to Tyland.
Otto continued, "it is settled, Baelor."
It is settled, Baelor rung in his brain like the words were insects feasting on a rotting corpse. He watched his grandsire speak but he didn't register what he was saying. All the actions, all the sacrifices he has made to make him proud of him were now tossed away, his presence vanished by his twin brother. Baelor tapped his fingers against the wood, mirroring Aegon without even realizing it. Because, at the end of the day and if they liked it or not, they were two sides of the same coin.
